The Consequence of actions.

[Raven]

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Far outside Psychotopia, down at the very bottom of the world a desolate, cold and isolated city lay basked in darkness and fog. This city was the dwelling of the kings and queens of the demonic world. Their castle stood looming over the city – a reminder of their authority of all their kind.

The city was split into several districts. The seventh district was the ghettos, where lower demons stood. They were the scum of the demon world, unable to kill for themselves – they were the scavengers. They lived in shambled nests, cramped together in shacks and shady ruins falling to pieces with the slightest storm. Garbage and litter covered the streets and a rank, rotting smell filled the whole district. They were treated like peasants and walked all over, these were the outsiders and unaccepted demons.

The sixth district was little better. Weaker demons, preying on babies and defenseless creatures was next. They were also outcasts – but were treated with more respect, albeit only a small bit. They lived in shambles, half constructed buildings, nests and other such poor dwellings. The rotting odor remained, however it was slightly less potent.

The fifth district was those of dream reapers. They came to humans in dreams. Committed various misdeeds and caused misfortune. They, again, were a little better then than sixth district. Their dwellings were better – full buildings this time. But they were cramped inside. The buildings were decorated and made into false grandeur, but everyone knew different. Looks, as they say, are deceiving.

The fourth district was again better then the last. Real houses were lined in the streets. The houses were cramped together, small, but not over crowded. The demons there were killers, yes, but not strong. They traveled in packs, hunting down humans and using group strength to take them down. One may be able to take down a human – but their main food was killers and strong people – as they said that the essence of one that killed was more filling then an innocent person’s.

The third district was bigger, better and even more sophisticated. They traveled alone, using hypnosis and persuasion to lure humans into traps – feasting on their flesh and blood – leaving the dry, skinless corpse behind them for the other humans to fear. It was as much of a warning as it was a sick joke of theirs.

The second district was one of nobility. Pure blood demons resided there in large mansions. They were most powerful of demons, next to the royals, the Second and the generals. Their streets were decorated with lush trees and golden statues. Sculptures and decorative objects filled this district – making the dwellers of that district’s status obvious to anyone.

The final district, the first, was the largest – but least populated. It resided in the very heart of the demon city. A tall, dark castle loomed over it – taller then any building in the city and viewable from every district. Dark towers cascaded towards the dark, clouded sky. The castle itself was not abnormally large. However the gardens, courtyard and other such places took up a lot of space. It was luxurious beyond compare to anywhere else in the demonic city. The black stoned castle may have looked dreary from the outside – but inside it was a fortification of jewels, gold and other such precious material. The quarters were beautifully crafted with the highest materials.

Of course it was the general’s, the Second’s, Guest’s and the Royals’ quarters that were made of such fine qualities. The quarters outside the castle, nearest the entrance that belonged to the garrison were plain and simple. They bunked together in various cabins in simple beds, but were provided with whatever they needed. They were there to protect the castle, to catch and kill intruders, nothing more.

It was in their quarters that the current second of the demonic world resided at the current moment. Her eyes scanned over papers with ease, working on frivolous things like taxes, food stocks, income and citizen counts.

She worked intently, but was constantly halted to tuck her long white hair behind her ear. It was the tenth time she was about to do so when she decided to tie it back – and crossed the brightly lit room, her bare feet making no noise as she walked across the black carpeted floor.

She had just reached the large vanity table, strewn with various objects when a polite, timid knock sounded from her door. Growling slightly at being disturbed, she crossed the room and yanked the supposedly heavy wooden door open to reveal a small, ragged servant outside in the gloomy hallway – barely lit with candles adorning the walls alongside various paintings of previous rulers, princes and princesses.

“What do you want?” She sneered, obviously intimidating the servant by the way she noted the girl, she decided, (She couldn’t tell a lot of the time for they were all so scrawny that their gender was often undecipherable) had begun trembling as though she was in the face of death. Well, for a servant she may as well have been.

“M-ms. Saiya?” She quivered out, avoiding looking into the Second’s eyes. “Yes?” Saiya replied acidly, giving the girl a scrutinizing, cold look. The girl quivered once more, averting her eyes down the empty corridor as she began to speak again. “The prince w-would like to see you, miss.” She squeaked out, flushing slightly as she did so.

The prince was the same age as Saiya, but nothing like her. He was playful, careless and immature. He also had a tendency to try having his way with the young woman. Of course, she did not give in – royalty or not she was not his whore.

“What does he want?” She asked, sounding more tired now then cold. “H-he didn’t say miss! I’m sorry!” The servant said, obviously thinking she was going to be punished for her lack of information. Of course, Saiya held that thought that half in mind but at the present moment was more concerned about the prince’s request to see her. “Where and when” She drawled, mind already moved on off to think of other things than the thin girl in front of her. “N-now miss, in the great hall.” Saiya digested this unwanted information then turned her back to the still shaking servant-girl “Tell him I will be there forthwith.” She replied with a sigh, before slamming the heavy door in the girl’s face.